Chapter 29： Women's clothing traps and kills blood-training warriors (read more)

  Chapter 29 Women's clothing traps and kills blood-level warriors (for further reading)

  Han Zhao quickly found the west wing room.

  His figure is like a nimble black cat, walking silently across the roof, easily avoiding the bandits around him.

  Relying on the hearing enhanced by the health formula, Han Zhao heard the voice in the west wing.

  Han Zhao was a little speechless.

   "You're still so energetic when you're injured?!"

  He waited patiently, now is not the best time to make a move.

  Two women walked out of the room, one of them was dressed as a heroine with a long sword on his waist.

  Han Zhao circulated his true qi to strengthen his sense of hearing, and found that the other party's heartbeat was a little irregular and his breathing was disordered.

   This is a sign of a great loss of energy and blood, and the injury is indeed serious.

   "Could it be a tonic method?" Han Zhao secretly slandered.

  Drinking and indulging in **** is a taboo for warriors, especially when they are injured.

  The other party shouldn’t be so stupid, obviously, just like the Ah Wei he killed back then, he practiced the evil skill of nourishing.

   Got it!

  Han Zhao suddenly had an idea.

   After all, this is the first time to face a martial artist who has trained blood. Even if the opponent is seriously injured, he doesn't know if he has hidden his cards.

  Now he is in the dark and the enemy is in the light, so he can take advantage of this.

  Thinking of this, Han Zhao waited until the two girls came out of the yard, quietly stalked behind them, and then hid behind a rockery and waited quietly.

   A few minutes later, a woman in coarse linen came slowly.

   Watching her steps and listening to her breathing, it is clear that she is an ordinary person without martial arts skills.

   When Han Zhao waited for her to pass by the rockery, he suddenly jumped out, covered the opponent's mouth, and dragged her into the back of the rockery.

  He grabbed the woman's veins and said in a low voice, "If you don't make a sound, I won't kill you, understand?"

   In order to prevent accidental killing, you have to go through the process again.

  The woman in sackcloth nodded repeatedly.

   "Where are you from? Why are you in Feilongzhai?" Han Zhao asked in a low voice, putting his hand on the woman's throat.

The woman in linen clothes was terrified at first, but when she saw the masked man's star-like eyes and heard his hoarse and deep voice, she suddenly calmed down a lot, and said in a low voice, "The little woman is originally from the Chu Kingdom. , because of severe drought and plague, all family members died, and later fled here and were captured by Feilong Village."

  Han Zhao frowned slightly, listening to the woman's conversation, it seemed that she came from a scholarly family, and indeed she seemed to be captured, so she said, "Do me a favor, I'll take you out of here, how about it?"

   "The little woman is willing to help the young man eliminate the thief, but she just brings me a burden, which may drag the young man down. After the matter is done, you should leave on your own." The lady in linen was a little moved, but finally shook her head.

  Han Zhao was startled, and couldn't help falling into silence. After a while, he opened his mouth and said, "Since that's the case, one day, after I wipe out Feilongzhai, I will save you and the others."

   "Thank you, young man." The woman in linen said kindly.

   "I'm offended." Han Zhao nodded, knocked the woman unconscious with a hand knife, then took off her coat and changed his night clothes.

   Kaka!

  Amidst the slight sound of bones rubbing against each other, Han Zhao's height of about 1.7 meters gradually shortened to a figure of over 1.6 meters.

  And his original facial features also changed accordingly, and finally he was about six or seven points similar to the sackclothed woman, but his appearance was softer.

  He took off his extraction knife and hid them behind the rockery.

  Then, he rolled up the night suit and stuffed it in the chest,

   "Ji..." Han Zhao held his throat.

  【If you wear women's clothes, there should be a market, which is a good way to make money. 】

  System prompts appear inopportunely.

  Han Zhao rolled his eyes, twisted his waist slightly, walked out of the rockery, and walked towards the west wing.

  As he approached the door, he took some of the prepared Qingfengsan powder and stuffed it deep into his nostrils. As long as he breathed hard, he could inhale Qingfengsan into his nasal cavity.

  As soon as he walked to the door of the main house, an impatient voice came from the room.

   "Why so slow? Come in soon!"

   "Yes, sir~" Han Zhao's soft voice sounded, and gently pushed open the door.

  I saw a young man dressed in black leaning on the bed. The man looked dignified, but the obscenity between his brows ruined the overall temperament.

"Yo? The cook woman? It's quite innovative!" The young man was taken aback, looked at Han Zhao's figure, looked at 'her' coquettish expression, it was not a woman from a good family at first glance, and said with a smile: "You are a new Here? Or the oiran of Zuiyue Tower?"

   "My red sleeves." Han Zhao bowed his head.

  The young man hooked his fingers at 'her' and patted the bed, "Come up soon."

  【The other party seems anxious, but he is actually wary of you. 】

  The system prompt appeared, and Han Zhao noticed that the young man's eyes stopped on the saber at his waist.

  He stepped forward, untied the saber at his waist, held the hilt, and stabbed at the young man's chest, saying in a whiny voice, "The pervert, look at the sword!"

  The young man's face was startled, but he found that Han Zhao's knife was stabbed with a scabbard, and his movements were light and soft.

The corner of his mouth curled up, he stretched out his hand to hold the bottom of the scabbard, and said with an evil smile: "Knives are used to cut people, but swords and guns are used to stab! Let me teach you how to use a sword first, and then let you recognize it." gun!"

   As he spoke, the young man pulled out the scabbard vigorously, trying to **** the knife from Han Zhao's hand.

   "噗~!"

  Qingyue's sword sounded, and the terrifying sense of crisis made the hairs on the young man's body stand on end, but it was too late.

  I saw a black awn flashing in front of my eyes.

   Gulu~

  The young man's head rolled onto the bed, and he paused while holding the scabbard in his hand.

'Ugh? Where is my head? ! ’ Looking at the headless body leaning on the bed, the young man suddenly widened his eyes with disbelief.

  The next second, Han Zhao pierced his eyebrows with a sword, and with a turn of the sword, completely wiped out his consciousness.

   "Is this the vitality of a blood-training martial artist?!" Han Zhao showed surprise, and put his sword back into its sheath.

  He didn't expect that even if his head was beheaded, the other party didn't die immediately, and he was still conscious.

  If it wasn't for his quick response, it would be troublesome if he called out to the other party.

  This time, in order to save the sword energy contained in the Sword of Rebirth, he even put on women's clothing.

   It is always a near miss.

"Ok?"

   "There is poison in the blood?!"

  The pungent smell of blood lingered at the tip of his nose, making Han Zhao suddenly feel dizzy and numb.

  He quickly inhaled Qingfengsan into his nasal cavity, and a stench rushed straight into Tianling.

   Immediately afterwards, a burst of cool air appeared, his consciousness quickly regained clarity, and his body was no longer numb.

  He skillfully took out the black cloth, wrapped the young man's head with a few more layers, and then began to touch the corpse.

  'Blood Spirit Strategy','Hundred Poison Palm','Luanfeng Heming Gong'.

  Han Zhao glanced at it, and kept the cheat book and bank note close to him.

   Then he searched the room again to see if there were any other good things, and found a half-meter-high iron cage in a corner against the wall, in which a brightly colored bird was locked.

  The top of the bird's head and the back of the neck are dark brown, and the overall body feathers are brownish-yellow, interspersed with stripes of various colors.

  At this time, the bird was lying motionless in the cage, not knowing whether it was dead or alive.

   "What kind of bird is this?!"

  Han Zhao was taken aback.

  The system prompt appears.

  【The 65% probability is an unknown harpy; the 34% probability is a golden pheasant; the 1% probability is a descendant of the thin blood of the phoenix. After 10,000 years of cultivation, it is hoped that the blood will return to the ancestors and become a spirit beast. 】

   "Phoenix? Any bird is considered a descendant of the Phoenix, right?"

   "Cultivated for 10,000 years? Then the grass on my grave is probably ten feet old!"

  Han Zhao was speechless, but he didn't feel disgusted, and left the main house with the cage.

   This chicken looks good.

  Whether it is stewed or sold, there is no loss.

  He went back to the rockery just now, retrieved the extraction knife, then took off the women's clothes, put on night clothes, and woke the woman up.

   "The villain inside has been killed by me. Now go to the main house and pretend that you just found out. This matter has nothing to do with you, understand?" Han Zhao handed the changed sackcloth to the woman.

   "Thank you, Shaoxia." The woman took the clothes, hesitated to speak, "Can the Shaoxia leave a name, I think"

   "My name is Song Que, let's go." Han Zhao nodded.

  The head of this evil blood warrior is worth five hundred taels of silver, he can't give it up, and his record of killing blood warriors cannot be concealed, Song Que's name will definitely spread around, so it doesn't matter if he speaks out.

   "Young man, we will meet later." The woman walked towards the main house.

  Han Zhao saw that she really had no intention of making a statement, so he blended into the night and rushed in the opposite direction.

   After a while, a scream resounded through the night sky.

   This movement quickly attracted the attention of the bandits in the cottage. A large number of bandits woke up from their sleep and rushed towards the house with torches.

  Looking at the led away bandits, Han Zhao took the opportunity to escape and left the village.

  He stood in the bushes not far from the cottage, watching the commotion inside.

   "ji~"

  After Han Zhao galloped for a while, the golden pheasant in the cage was shaken awake and made a sound.

   "Stop crowing." Han Zhao said in a deep voice.

   "Ji!" There seemed to be anger in Jin Ji's voice.

   "Okay, okay! I'll get you something to eat when I get back later."

   "Hey!"

   "If you call me again, you will be stewed!"

  “.”

   "Can't you cure you flat-haired bastard?!" Han Zhao chuckled and shook the cage vigorously, but the golden pheasant inside didn't dare to make a sound.

  He took a deep look at the cottage not far away, and murmured: "Next time I come again, I don't need to hide like this."

  After speaking, he turned and left, and went down the mountain at night.

  (end of this chapter)